Chapter 2: Mommy’s Hot Succubus Juices

Note: This one off story was commissioned by a fan!

Last night, I had achieved my dream.

Sort of.

I had summoned my succubus. I had performed the ritual just like it said in the book. I had accessed the Lilith Qlipha while chanting the spell that I had learned from Qabalah, Qliphoth and Goetic Magic. It had worked. I couldn’t believe it when my succubus had appeared. Finally, I would get laid and have dominion over the hottest woman in the world. A supernatural hottie.

Only the succubus who appeared was my mother.

I couldn’t believe it. My mother was a succubus. A being of sex who was more than willing to take my virginity. She didn’t care about the incest. No. She cared. That just made it hotter for her. She had looked a little different in her true form, but there was no doubting it was my mother.

Especially when she made me do my homework before she would have more sex with me. I was her master. I commanded her. Sort of. Maybe it was because she was my mother that I couldn’t fully control her. Perhaps she could defy me because she had raised me or I couldn’t fully dominate her for the same reason.

I didn’t feel like I owned my succubus even though she claimed I did. She even called me “Master.” But did she mean it?

Now my mommy-succubus was driving me to school. She sat next to me looking incredibly hot. I mean, I couldn’t believe the sort of outfit she was in. She had appeared this morning dressed like a schoolgirl. She had on a pleated, tartan skirt and a crisp, white blouse complete with a bow tie. She had done up her black hair into pigtails. She didn’t look young, but she did look hot.

Because it was a slutty schoolgirl outfit. The skirt was so short if she bent over, she would flash her naked ass and shaved pussy (which she kept doing this morning). Her large breasts had no bra on and she had tied off her blouse beneath them instead of buttoning it all the way. They cradled her huge breasts as they bounced and jiggled. Her mature face looked vampish and not innocent, her blue eyes hungry with lust for me.

“Mmm, there you are, Master,” she said, pulling up before the school.

My cheeks burned. If she got out of the car and everyone at my high school saw that she was wearing this slutty outfit, I would never hear the end of it. This was so embarrassing. Why did my mother have to be the succubus I summoned. Why couldn’t it have been Tonya or Shelly or Veronica? Hell, even Mrs. Hemlock or Mrs. Spartan. MILFs, yes, but not my mother.

“Mmm, let me just give you a kiss goodbye, Master,” she purred. Then, somehow, she climbed over the center console of the car and straddled my waist. I was shocked by this. Her big boobs were right before my face in the tied-off blouse.

“Mom, wait,” I gasped as students were walking by the car. “You can’t do this here.”

“Of course I can,” she said brightly. “I’m your mother. Your sexy mommy-succubus. It’s only right I kiss my hung son.”

Her hands cupped my face. They were soft and hot as they stroked my cheeks. Her blue eyes sparkled. She kissed me, her tongue thrusting into my mouth. I groaned, my cock throbbing as she ground her pussy on me. She wore no panties. She must be staining the front of my jeans with her pussy juices.

I groaned, unable to help how amazing this kiss was. It was hot. My blood boiled from the intensity of it. Her tongue, which could grow very long and prehensile in her succubus form, played with mine. My hands clenched into fists.

She savored it, grinding her pussy on my crotch.

I was fully hard now. She had to know it. She had to feel my cock throbbing. She claimed I was bigger than any other guy, even my father. He had summoned her and then grown bored, leaving her pregnant with me which let her stay in this world to raise me.

One day, she would have gone back to the Lilith Qlipha and left me on my own. But now ... Now we had a contract so she could stay longer.

She broke the kiss and leaned back. To my shock, her blouse had come unknotted and her large tits had spilled out. They were big, gravity-defying breasts with pink nipples. The black rings that pierced them when she was in her succubus form were missing, but they were just as fat and suckable.

“How?” I asked, her hands still on my face. “Your hands couldn’t have unknotted them.”

“Oh, well, I tied them so it would come undone right now,” she said. “I’ve been a succubus for centuries. I know how to do these things.”

“But why?” I moaned.

“You didn’t think I would send you off to school without giving you one more taste of your mommy-succubus’s pussy?”

My eyes bulged. “Wait, we can’t do it here!”

“Of course we can, Master.” She licked her lips. “Mmm, Henry, do you feel how hard you are. That sixteen-year-old cock is pulsing and throbbing. It’s just begging for me to impale my cunt down your dick so you can enjoy my pussy. A mother knows these things.”

“I’m hard because you’re grinding your cunt on me while kissing me,” I groaned, her hand thrusting down between our bodies.

“Exactly!” She grinned at me, hungry and naughty. “A mother knows. I’m such a good mother, too. Mmm, my big, hung son needs to have his mommy-succubus’s cunt wrapped around his cock. One more cum, and then off to class with you. I timed it.”

“Is that why you made us leave earlier so you could fuck me before the school?”

“You make it sound so sordid,” she said, her hand unsnapping my jeans. “Like it’s wrong for a mother to ride her son’s cock where everyone can see them.”

“Yes!”

She laughed wicked, my zipper rasping down as she reached into my fly and then my underwear to grab my hard cock. “I know! Ooh, it’s going to be kinky. The car’s going to be rocking. They’re going to see me ridding you. But don’t worry, I dressed like a schoolgirl. They’ll think you’re nailing some sixteen-year-old tart and not your mother.”

“Mom! No one could mistake you for sixteen!”

“Now that’s just rude.” She pouted her lips. “I go through all the trouble of dressing like this, and kissing you, and making you hard, so I can ride your cock before your school, and then you say I’m ugly.”

“I didn’t say you’re ugly,” I groaned, her hand lifting my cock up. The tip pressed into her pussy. “I said you can’t pass for sixteen. You’re a MILF.”

“A hot MILF?” She rubbed my cock up and down my dick.

“Yes!”

“With big, perfect, mature boobs that you love to stare at?”

“Uh-huh!” I stared at those boobs swaying before me.

“And a gorgeous face that’s too sexy to pass for some innocent teenager?”

“Definitely!”

“Ooh, I love you, Master!” She impaled her cunt around my dick and hugged my head to her tits. They engulfed me as her pussy devoured my cock. “You say such sweet things to your mommy-succubus. I’m going to make you cum so hard the entire school knows it.”

“Mom!” I groaned as she bottomed out on me. Every inch of her cunt had swallowed my dick.

There was no stopping her now. She squeezed her pussy about my dick, making me groan. Then she slid up my cock. The heat of her snatch felt amazing. I groaned, my face scrunching up. I quivered, her twat massaging my shaft. My dick twitched and throbbed in her incestuous cunt.

Her big boobs smothered me in theirr pillowy softness. She slammed down my cock, the car rocking. The shocks squeaked. I don’t even know how she was able to slide up my cock so high. There was only an inch or so of clearing above my head before the roof of the car.

It was like she was distorting space or something.

But it was hard to think about that with her silky, hot, mommy-cunt sliding up and down my dick. This was the pussy that had birthed me. She had brought me into the world with this cunt. I groaned, savoring that heat working up and down my cunt. The pleasure was incredible. My cock throbbed. I whimpered, savoring the pleasure of her twat.

She slammed down me again and again. She rode me with such hunger. Her cunt clenched about me. The silky passion was incredible. She massaged me with hunger. I groaned, my dick twitching and throbbing in her cunt.

Her pussy massaged me. Teased me. Loved me.

“Mom!” I groaned.

“Oh, yes, yes, Master, just let your mommy-succubus pleasure that big, huge dick. Mmm, my son is hung. Yes, yes, this cock is the best!”

Her pussy clenched about my dick, her snatch sliding up and down my cock. I groaned, her twat so hot and silky. The ache built and built at the tip of my cock. I rubbed my face back and forth in her tits, their pillowy softness rubbing across my face.

She held me tight to her boobs, smothering me with her amazing tits as she slammed her cunt down my cock. My balls tightened. Her juices soaked through my bush and ran over my nutsack. My dick throbbed in her cunt, the heat building and building. I would have such a big explosion.

“Mom!” I moaned.

“Are you going to cum in your mommy-succubus’s cunt?” she moaned. “Are you going to breed her? Do you want a succubus-sister to serve you, too, you letch? Ooh, a harem of succubi all loving your big cock.”

“Fuck!” I groaned, the ache swelling to the explosive point.

“Yes, yes, my hung son wants that. Breed your mommy-succubus. Fire all that cum into her fertile depths. Make a baby in her!”

“Shit!”

Her pussy clenched down around my dick. She held me tight and then slid back up me. Her pussy suckled at my cock. The pressure rose and rose at the tip of my dick. I groaned, unable to stop myself from cumming.

I erupted.

“Mommy!”

“Oh, yes, yes, flood your mommy-succubus’s fertile pussy with your incestuous seed, Master!”

She impaled her cunt down my pussy and joined me. Her cunt writhed. She shuddered, rubbing her big boobs all over my face. Her pussy rippled and writhed around my dick. Her cunt suckled at me, milking out my cum.

I erupted over and over. Mighty spurts of jizz that fired into her snatch. Her pussy cream bathed over me. I shuddered through it. Moaning. The car rocked even more. Blood pounded hot through my veins. I hit the peak of my pleasure.

“Damn,” I panted.

“Mmm, yes,” Mom groaned. “That was just what my master needed.”

“Not what you needed?” I muttered.

“I need whatever my son and his huge dick need,” she purred. “Mmm, your mommy-succubus is very proud at how you’ve developed into such a hunky, young man. Sixteen, and with a cock like this. Ooh, it’s amazing.”

She lifted herself off my cock. I popped out. Purring, she put my cock, soaked in her incestuous juices, back into my pants. The spicy scent of her cunt filled the car. I breathed it in as she fastened my jeans and zipped me up.

“There,” she cooed. Then she opened the passenger door and climbed out of the car. I gaped as she stepped out with her boobs hanging out, and her skirt disarrayed. There was a line of cum running down her thighs. Students were watching. There’s a large group of guys with a few smattering of girls that just watched me have sex with my mom.

“Don’t forget your bookbag, Master,” she cooed as I slipped out of the car, my cheeks burning.

The guys were staring at me with awe. A few of them mouthed, “Master.” They were staring at me like they didn’t know who I was. I knew most of them in passing. A few had picked on me, like Aaron who was on the football team. I opened the back door, my cheeks burning, and grabbed my backpack.

I turned around and there was my topless mother grabbing my face and kissing me on the lips. The guys started wolf-whistling. Mom’s tongue thrust into my mouth. I felt her nipples poking at my chest through my t-shirt. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

She broke it. “Mmm, get good grades, Master. I’ll pick you up after school.”

I panted as she sauntered around the car, clearly enjoying all the guys staring at her big breasts, her pigtails swaying about her. She climbed into the passenger seat and pulled away. I shuddered, my blood on fire.

“Christ, Henry,” Aaron said. “Christ, how did you... ?”

“Wasn’t that your mother?” Tracy asked. She was a blonde girl I knew.

“What?” I groaned. “No.”

“His mother?” a guy asked. “Hot.”

“Fucking A, she’s a MILF whoever she was.”

“Rode him right before the school building. You saw that jizz running down her thighs. Henry really fucked her.”

“Thought he was just a nerd.”

“I’ve never pulled a piece of tail that hot.”

“Shit, she even called him master. Master!”

“Do you think he made her dress up like a schoolgirl and fuck him to show off?”

“Wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah. Fucking hell I fucking would!”

I pushed through them, the girls in the crowd staring at me with this strange twinkle in their eyes. I hated all this attention. I scrunched my shoulders and headed inside the school. It was crowded, the first period about to start. I threaded my way through, trying to get away from everyone who saw me. How long before everyone knew.

I saw people staring at their phones. They were nudging friends, pointing at something on the screen. People shook their heads in disbelief. “No way,” I heard. “I know Henry. No way he had some bimbo fucking him before school.”

“Hey, Henry,” a Black girl I didn’t know purred. “Looking good.”

“Uh...” I didn’t know what to say. Was she trying to pick on me? Mocking me? Acting like she thought I was looking good only to burst into laughter.

I kept going.

“Henry, wow, you’re looking different,” another girl said. Danni smiled at me, her blue eyes lighting up. “You start working out?”

“Wow, I love that T-shirt,” another girl said. I think her name was Britney. “Is that from a video game?”

“Er, yeah, Vivi the Black Mage from Final Fantasy IX.”

“Oh, that’s great,” she said. “It looks amazing on you. What do you think it would look like on me?”

Why was every girl acting like I was hot? Was this some bizarre form of bullying? No longer content to ignore me or roll their eyes whenever they realized I was near. No more sniggering at me in groups, now they were doing this fake flirting thing. I bet the moment I resounded back, Britney would burst into laughter.

“I have to get to class,” I said, hurrying on to Mrs. Hemlock’s English literature class.

“Oh, hey, Henry,” said a redhead named Abby. “You should give me a call sometime. I could use some help on my chemistry homework.”

“I thought you got a 90% on the last test,” I said.

“I could do better with some tutoring.” She smiled at me. “Say, my place. My parents aren’t home tonight, so no one will interrupt us.”

“I have plans,” I said and rushed into Mrs. Hemlock’s class and took my usual seat in the third row, in the middle. Usually, only one or two people sat behind me, everyone else before me. I started pulling out my English textbook and my copy of the Iliad that the school had given me. We were studying it.

I looked up to see Tonya, Shelley, Veronica, Isolde, and Molly all flowing to me. They surrounded me, staring down at me. A bevy of teenage beauties with big smiles on their faces. A rainbow of hair color, including Isolde’s dyed-purple. They were wiggling their hips from side to side, their eyes full of mocking fun.

“Henry,” gushed Veronica, a Black girl with wavy hair. “I really am not getting the Iliad. It’s so complicated. Why does it have to be written as a poem.”

“It’s so lame,” added Isolde, toying with one of the purple locks. “There are so many characters. Like, who is Hector again?”

“He’s Paris’s older brother,” I said. “They’re the sons of Priam, the King of Troy. Hector is one of Troy’s big rivals.”

“Mmm, all those men fighting over Helen,” purred Molly. She was a busty brunette with a wide smile. “It seems so dumb. Do you think there’s a girl that’s really hot enough to have a big war breaking out over her?”

“Like me?” asked blonde Tonya. She wore some designer dress her rich father bought her.

“Well ... I...” What was going on?

“You’re not that hot, Tonya,” black-haired Shelly said. “I don’t see the boys of this school fighting over you.”

“Henry would fight over me,” she purred and then fluttered her eyes at me. They were blue like my mother’s. “I bet you would go to war to own me.”

“Why would he want a skinny bitch like you?” Veronica demanded, her hands on her hips. “You got no ass. Guys like a girl with an ass. That’s—”

“What are you girls doing?” the commanding voice of Mrs. Hemlock demanded. “Sit down right this instance. Class is about to start! Save your romantic arguments when you’re not on my time.”

The girls all froze and then they flew to their seats. Around me. They ringed me. I had Tonya on my left, Veronica on my right, Isolde before me, Molly behind me, and Tracy and Shelly sitting beside her. I glanced around, the scents of perfumes, body washes, and lotions filling the air around them, a floral sweetness.

Mrs. Hemlock stood at the front of the classroom shaking her head. She was a blonde woman, about my mother’s age though without the perfect beauty that should have made me realize there was something unearthly beautiful about my mother. Mrs. Hemlock was still a MILF with big tits that her scoop-neck blouses showed off. She usually wore tight pencil skirts with dark nylons cladding her legs, and today was no exception. She flicked her blue eyes from the girls and then turned around and started writing on the chalkboard.

It seemed we would be discussing Achilles today and his famed heel. The rest of the class filtered in. A few more girls gave me these hopeful looks. The guys were all staring at me like I was their personal hero.

“No shit, look at the pic,” Troy said. “That’s her getting out topless.”

“Did he hire a hooker?” Mark asked.

“I heard that was his mother.”

“And she did him before the school.” Mark glanced at me and flashed me a thumbs up.

This was getting surreal as I returned it, not sure what else to do.

“I have bigger tits than her,” cooed Molly.

“I don’t care if she’s your mother,” Tonya said. “I’ll still let you date me.”

“You want a girl with an—”

“I told you girls to be quiet,” Mrs. Hemlock snapped, whirling around. “We have literature to discuss. You have your entire lives to act like catty, desperate housewives drooling over a hot guy. You have this hour to learn something about our literary heritage as human beings. The Iliad is one of the great works of the ancient world, most of which were lost thanks to the sacking of the Library of Alexandria and so many other pointless wars. Two parts of Homer’s epic survived. Just two. The Iliad and the Odyssey. Now, let’s turn to page...”

She started her lecture on Achilles, who he was, how his mother had dipped him into the River Styx to give him invulnerability, but she had to hold him by the heel, leaving one small part of him vulnerable. The one part that would eventually take him down when Paris shot him there with an arrow.

“We know that he was a petulant hero,” Mrs. Hemlock lectured. “Arrogant and brash. When his favorite slave girl was taken by Agamemnon, he refused to fight for days, and the Greeks were losing. You might be surprised by that. By modern standards, Greek heroes could be positively callous and heroic. The view of women, sadly, was not held in high regard in Greek society. They were objects, for the most part, mothers, wives, and slave-girls. The former two were respected, the later used and abused. But that doesn’t mean there aren’t lessons to be learned. Every work of fiction can have something to teach us to make us into better humans.